SHEN LUÒ – BLOOD OF THE FALLEN
Chapter 1: The Last Plea
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The sky wept blood.
Crimson rain fell, staining the ruined earth in rust and decay. The air reeked of metal, flesh, and fire. Death lingered.
The trees—once sacred—stood torn and bleeding, their bark split like wounds that would never heal.
Shen Luò lay broken.
Silver blood spilled from him, mixing with the red rain. His breaths were ragged. What remained of his star-forged armor pierced into his flesh like betrayal made solid.
Above him, the Commanders of the United Nations loomed—faceless giants in black armor, glowing visors fixed on him.
They weren't soldiers.
They were executioners.
> "Please..." Shen gasped. "Take my powers. Kill me. Just let them live."
The lead Commander tilted his head.
> "Request denied."
A boot crushed his chest. He screamed—but louder still were the sounds of collapsing cities behind him.
He looked up—chained, beaten, and terrified—as his people were dragged in.
Four aliens. Each from a different world.
And one human boy—young, fragile—who had once called Shen "brother."
Then the slaughter began.
The six-eyed scholar's limbs were torn off as his screams were recorded.
The crystal-skinned warrior was melted in acid.
Two more—shot in the head. No ceremony. No pause.
Then the boy.
> "NO! NOT HIM!"
The Commander lifted him by the neck. The boy kicked, begged—
Until a plasma blade stabbed through his chest.
Once.
Twice.
Again.
> "STOP! PLEASE!" Shen roared, voice breaking into something not human.
But no one listened. The boy hit the ground with a thud that echoed inside Shen's skull.
Then — fire.
Pain surged as they siphoned his power, ripping apart soul and body alike. His scream echoed across dead valleys.
Through blurred eyes, Shen saw the sky tear open. A black hole formed—devouring stars.
And then —
A vision.
Galaxies burning. Civilizations turned to ash.
The UN, now monsters, marching across the void.
And at the center — a shadow-drenched figure, laughing.
His own voice whispered in the end—twisted, vengeful:
> "I will paint the cosmos red with their sins."
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And then—a sound.
Faint. Metallic. A vibration.
One of the Commanders turned. So did the others.
The boy's body—motionless moments ago—began to twitch.
Around his neck, a small locket blinked softly.
Blue.
Then white.
Then faster.
The air changed.
> "What is that?" one Commander whispered.
The locket vibrated violently, pulsing like a heartbeat. Then — it released a beam of light so pure, so ancient, it split the blood-clouded sky and pierced into the void above.
The Commanders raised their weapons, stepping back.
And that's when they noticed—
> Shen Luò was gone.
Chains still lay in the dirt. Armor fragments remained. But he wasn't there.
The sky responded. Clouds warped. Gravity bent.
Then —
BOOM.
The locket exploded, erupting into a swirling burst of cosmic flame and shockwaves. Trees were incinerated. Earth cracked. The blast consumed every trace of the battlefield.
No Commanders remained.
No screams.
Just silence.
And somewhere, far beyond that fractured sky—
something watched.